His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 202: Are You Pregnant?

Chapter 202: Are You Pregnant?

Arissa let out a tired sigh as she highlighted the car herself without Lukas’s assistance. Not acknowledging anyone or anything in sight, Arissa heeded into her room.

Shutting her door with a loud slam, she impatiently to took off her clothes. She can’t stand the clothes anymore. She had used Nicklaus’s cologne on them and now, only his scent hit her nostrils.

She walked to her vanity table and after binding her hair into a messy bun, she headed into the showers and in there she scrubbed herself like she was having a problem with her skin.

One would ask why she scrubbed as if she wanted new skin. The idea they might have cuddled last night and his hand around her waist this morning were enough reasons.

When he stood before her earlier in his office, her head tore open as fractions of last night’s scenes reopened themselves.

’I like you. If I’m to let my walls down and.....’ for the longest time since she set her eyes on him, these words have been resounding in her memory.

The heartwarming but terrifying thing was that the voice that let these words out was his low raspy voice.

It was all dreadful. The feeling was dreadful.

Those couldn’t be the only words he said after she got drunk. Hence, with great effort, she tried to break her brain layers and get more additional scenes of the night.

It couldn’t have been Nicklaus saying those words to her. Or were they from her dream or some vivid imagination... Eww, why would she imagine that in the first place?

It was him. He said these words to her last night. The sweet smile on his face this morning, the feeling of his arms from last night cradling her to bed, the breakfast in bed, and many more were all evidence he might have said those words.

But Nicklaus?! Nicklaus doesn’t seem like someone capable of having time for her romantically not to talk about having feelings for her.

She clenched her fist as she let the cold water absorb into her brain and help format it. Maybe last night in her drunk state, she might have asked him to say those words.

"Urgh!" she grunts in the shower as tears almost spill from her eyes. She hates this feeling of being clueless and so unsure.

She can’t understand why she always forgets the things she said when drunk or words replied to her. Her expression turned ugly when she hears herself in her mind saying, "I’m home with my husband and not some strangers so even if I can’t stand straight again, I won’t have to be scared,"

Arissa gulped at that memory and the confidence her voice carried terrified her. She tried to crack her mind more to know what his reply was or what happened after that.

No more memory came forth again so she just shut her eyes in the shower and relaxed. Slowly, the water readjusted her mind and her tensed muscles relaxed.

Walking out of the shower, she put on a bathrobe. Picking up the clothes she had confusedly discarded when she walked in, she walked into her closet and discarded them properly.

Putting on very casual comfy wear, she vacated her room and went straight to Rue to recover Blu. from her. She would spend today with her baby, she had missed her so much and she knows that Blu. also felt the same.

Getting to Rue’s door, she knocked softly. After a few more knocks, no response was made from the inside and she decided to turn the doorknob.

Possibly, Rue might be fast asleep. About twisting the doorknob, she heard chatter from the living room.

It consisted of Mrs. Wyatt, Rue, and Lyra’s voices. Her brow lifted curiously as she wondered what they were talking about that made them not mind the peace of the house.

Turning away from the door, she headed downstairs. Her heath drooped into her stomach when she had to give way for a few of the guards around.

She shifted sideways while she watched them carry some blue, pink, and purple-colored baby materials to where ever they were heeding with it.

They bowed at her with a soft expression and resumed their duty. ’Is someone expecting a baby?’ she thought as she waited for the remaining two guards to walk past her with the mighty majestic white baby crib they were carrying.

All this while, she could still hear the three women chatter as their voices came closer to the staircase. She nodded at the two guards who passed with the baby crib. Looking down the staircase, her gaze caught the three chatting figures with Mrs. Wyatt in between the two workers.

Her eyes darting between Lyra and Rue, Arissa figured the two women out. While Rue was advanced, maybe walking into her 50s, Lyra looked all young, more like someone in her mid-thirties.

It could be Lyra, right?

Her eyes fell on Mrs. Wyatt’s hand. All three of them held shopping bags. She understands Mrs. Wyatt could be overly kind but what she doesn’t understand was why the woman was the happiest of all three.

Her eyes left Mrs. Wyatt and fell on Rue. Bending to her cat level, she picked the cat off the floor before looking at Lyra again.

"Are you pregnant?" she asked with a straight face.

A shocked gasp left Lyra’s lips. Her expression turned confused as she turned to Mrs. Wyatt.

Arissa thinned her lips complicated by the exchange of gaze while she waited for Lyra’s reply. If anyone was getting pregnant between the three women before her, it would be Lyra so, why the sudden gasp?

Seeing her mistress waiting for her reply, Lyra let out a sweet laugh, "No, Mrs. Wyatt. I’m not pregnant,"

Arissa looked at their hands and turned to Rue. "Are you?"

Rue laughed. "I’m not pregnant. I planned not to have kids," she revealed.

The place turned quiet and as if opposing Rue’s words, Lyra’s lips parted. "You are pregnant," her calm voice announced.

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